#holiday drabbles 2023

[kewltie]

Happy Holidays M4dG4rl!

prompt: romeo & juliet

"You live in this area?!" Katsuki frowns at the decrepit buildings around them.

Izuku nods.

He eyes him. "You know this neighborhood is declared a black zone by the Hero Commission."

Rampant crimes, deteriorating infrastructures, and lack of government support. It's not the best living condition, Izuku knows, but to him it's home.

"We can't always choose where we come from," he says with an ambiguous air.

Katsuki's frown deepens. "If you're in trouble, I can—" His coms suddenly beeps, cutting the rest of his sentence off.

"Dynamight, we need you over here Ward D," a familiar voice comes through. It sounds like Chargebolt.

They'd never met, but Izuku has always seen him on the news, standing side by side with Katsuki as his equal. His partner. A place Izuku had once dream of.

Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance. "I'm busy."

"It's the League." Hush. Urgent.

Katsuki turns to Izuku, conflicted.

Izuku puts on a smile and silently mouths, "It's fine."

Katsuki sighs. "I'll be right there," he says to Chargebolt, before shutting off their connection. "I'll take you home first."

Izuku shakes his head. "My apartment is close by. I can go on my own," he insists.

"Your ward was voted the murder capital of Japan twice," he says dryly.

"Dynamight-san," Izuku says a little too politely, and Katsuki flinches at the sudden formal address, "I may be quirkless, but I'm not helpless. I been living here for two years now, so I think I can handle getting home alone."

Katsuki looks away, lips pursed and shoulders tense. "I didn't fucking mean that," he says. Terse. "I haven't thought of you like that in a long time now, so don't put shitty words in my mouth."

It's not an apology for their past, but Izuku's heart softens by his sincerity.

It been over twelve years since they last saw each other, that's long enough for each of them to grow out of the discomfort and awkwardness of youth, and the ignorance of childhood. Without Izuku there, Katsuki had matured into a young man who can owned up to his past mistakes. Izuku is so proud of him, but there's a part of him that wishes he was there to witness it, to be a part of it.

"Sorry," he murmurs softly, clutching his conbini bag tightly. "I know we're not children anymore. You've grown and I'm happy to see that." And that's the truth. "I'm really happy," he repeats, the handle of the plastic bag crunching under his palm, "but then I wonder what it would be like if I was there with you."

Katsuki stares at him, gaze unrelenting. "Then don't disappear on me again."

"That was out of my control," he explains. His mother's untimely death. The separation. And now their reunion after all these years. None of it ever felt like it was within in his control. "But you have my numbers now and you know where I live. I'm not going anywhere this time."

Katsuki gives him a skeptical look.

Which is quite unfair because it's not like Izuku made a habit of running away and hiding from Katsuki. It only happened twice! The first time, he wasn't mentally prepared to meet Katsuki and the second, the timing was just awful, so Izuku wasn't doing it on purpose or anything.

He glances down at his watch, looking annoyed. "I have to go, but we're not done here," he says, and it sounds much like a threat.

The corner of Izuku's lips twitches. "I know," he says. Katsuki definitely won't let him off again. "It's okay, go fight some bad guys, hero-san."

Katsuki snorts. "Shut up, Deku," he says as Izuku tries to stifles a laugh. "I'm coming back for your ass, just you wait."

He grins. "I'll be waiting then," he says, waving Katsuki goodbye as he gives Izuku one more lingering glance before off he goes in a blast into the night.

Izuku stands there with his konbini bag for a moment, watching Katsuki blazes through sky like a distance star as he gets farther and farther away.

Their reunion seems worlds apart, ill-fated.

He takes one last look at Katsuki's quickly disappearing spark before heading back.

Izuku's apartment is a few blocks down, but the closer he gets to it the night seems to seep in every crevasse till the last of the streetlight gives away to neon signs and chouchins that hang in front of the shops lining the streets. The darkness encroaches in dim alleyways and unseen corners.

The inhabitants, though, doesn't seem to care or notice the remaining light of civilization fading away. Here in Ward X, the Hero Commission's reaches does not touch. They make their own rules however violence and capricious it may be, but Izuku and thousands of others call it home.

Izuku navigates through the cramp, dark streets with a familiar ease. Occasionally, he'll bypass groups idly squatting in a corner, people luring guests into forbidden teahouses under red lights, and lone figures staking out defensively victims. He walks pass them unbothered.

A third of the way, he starts hearing footsteps behind him that keep on crawling closer. Izuku purposely slows down enough for the footsteps to catch up and stop. He feels the press of something hard against his back.

"Give me everything you have," the figure murmurs in his ears. Low. Threatening.

"Hello, Kawakami-san," Izuku greets, recognizing that voice right way.

The pressure on his back abruptly retracts as Izuku turns around to see a large man with an alligator head hastily taking a step back.

Kawakami withdraws the knife back into his pocket, looking chagrin. He clears his throat, the scar on his jaw rising with the movement. "I didn't know it was you, Midoriya."

"Would you like some curry bread?" Izuku offers instead, ignoring the blade that had pressed against his back earlier.

Kawakami blinks in confusion briefly, and then finally accepts Izuku’s offer of peace. He scratches his lower jaw in embarrassment. "Uh, yes."

Izuku rummages through his hefty plastic bag and pulls out one of the curry breads he had bought earlier at the convenience store before bumping into Katsuki. "It's still warm," he says.

"Appreciate it, kid," Kawakami says gruffly, taking the bread from him, and artfully avoids touching Izuku.

"Stay safe now," Izuku says, pleased with their rather pleasant exchange. "Try not to rob anyone else tonight."

Kawakami's nostrils flare. "Go home already, Midoriya. Your presence is nuisance to my business."

"I'm glad then." Izuku flashes him a grin. "Good bye, Kawakami-san."

And with that, Kawakami slinks back into the shadows and Izuku is back on track toward home once more. Except he makes a detour to a dilapidated tea shop nearby under the red glare of a neon sign. He spots two women standing outside, decked out in flashy make-up and the finest clothes.

"Izuku-chan!" one of them calls out as soon as she spots him.

The woman next to her with bleached hair crosses her arms, less enthusiastic than her partner but it nonetheless doesn't deter him.

"Hi, Yue-san and Riko-san," he says, approaching them. "How are you doing tonight?"

"Cold, hungry and annoyed." Riko casts an unimpressed look at their surroundings. "Would be better if we could catch some flies before we freeze to death."

"It's been slow night for us." Yue shrugs before sending him a playful wink. "But now that you're here it's much better."

Izuku's cheeks heat up. Yue always like to tease him, but he still has yet to get used to it. "U-um, would you like to have some breads?"

Riko's eyes narrowed, her long red nails tapping on her upper arm. Displeasure on her face. "You think we're charity case now, Midoriya?"

Izuku shakes his head. "I got these heavily discounted because they were going to expired tonight and I surely can't finish them all." It’s an easy excuse.

Yue bumps Riko's shoulder. "Hey, be nice to Izuku-chan! He's always bringing us snacks."

Riko scowls, eyes scrutinizing him before relenting. "Fine. Give it here, Mary-sama." The words are crude and unapologetic.

Izuku ducks his head in embarrassment. "P-please don't call me that."

"But you're like our little saint, bringing us a little peace and hope," Yue insists vehemently. Earnest, but no less embarrassing.

He could take Riko's mocking derision, but Yue's words weigh him down with its sincerity. He shoves the entire bag of food into her arms. "Here please take it all. You can share it with the rest of the girls," he says, and he doesn't wait for a respond as he makes a run for it.

Izuku got far enough that he no longer sees anyone close by. It's eerie quiet around him. Unusual. Suddenly, he's made painfully aware that he's all alone. There are still chouchin lights hanging outside of several buildings, but there's no sound, no people. Nothing. Just him. His apartment is just ahead, but this ominous feeling doesn’t leave him.

The silence doesn't stay for long, because Izuku soon hears wings flapping overhead and then something heavy drops down in front of him. One. Two. Three of something.

Under the dim moon of Ward X, a nomu breaks free from its pack and approaches him with steps full of intent.

Its stops short of Izuku and he holds his breath as it drops down on one knee with familiarity. The rest of its brethren follow suit as a purple swirl of gas appears, tearing into the space and a well-dressed figure steps out, outlined in smokes.

"Izuku-sama," Kurogiri greets him with a low bow. "I hope you are doing well on this lovely tonight."

He doesn't step back, but his skin crawls at the pressure that Kurogiri exudes just with his presence alone. "I’m good, thank you."

"I'm glad," he says expressionlessly. Not that Izuku can read much of it anyway. "Sensei is very proud of you. He'd seen what you done with Ward X so far and he's impressed."

Izuku stiffens. "I haven't done anything yet." These two years been nothing but him avoiding his responsibilities. His duties.

"You have gained their loyalty and trust." The yellow glare of his eyes softens. "They adore you, their Mary-sama."

Izuku is seriously beginning to hate that word. That title. It's wrong. He's no saint at all. He's a devil in whites.

He takes a deep breath, shaking off the heaviness in his chest as he tries to regain his footing. "I told him to leave me alone for five years," he says. Firm. "So why are you here in my territory?"

Kurogiri tilts his curiously like he didn't expect Izuku to challenge him like that. "Sensei wishes to see you."

"Why?" Izuku presses.

"You haven't visit him in two years. He misses you," he reveals like he's reading off a fact in a book. "You are most precious son after all."

Izuku almost wanted to laugh. Sensei. Father. He always has a flair of dramatic. Instead of dropping by himself personally, he sent Kurogiri and three nomus to take Izuku back for a visit. Truly ridiculous.

"And what if I say no?" he shoots back daringly. Stupidly.

Kurogiri turns toward one of the nomus next to him. "It only takes one of them to bring down an entire building here with all those people inside. Do you want to test it, Izuku-sama?" he asks coolly, fully aware of the lives he wields over Izuku's head.

Izuku clenches his fist.

Helpless. He hasn't felt that way in a long, long time. The only one who can make him feel this crushing defeat was and still is his father. He always managed to grab Izuku's weakness and exploit it to the fullest.

Izuku's eyes flutter as he sighs. "Let's go then."

"A wise choice." Kurogiri steps aside and gestures for Izuku to step toward the portal. "Sensei will be very happy to see you again, Izuku-sama. He'd personally prepared all your favorite dishes tonight."

Izuku stops, brows furrowing. "He cooked?"

"I believe he wanted to impress you," Kurogiri explains. A pause. “He really did miss you quite a bit.”

Despite his father constant machination and the differences how they view people's life, this is the same man who stayed up late and held Izuku in his arms when he couldn't sleep after a nightmare. Izuku loves his father with equal fervor as much as he hates and fears him.

The world may know All for One as a monster, but to Izuku he's just father. Overbearing. Overprotective. Obsessive. Izuku suffocates under the weight of his father's love. It's why he ran all the way here to Ward X, because he has to escape his father’s clutch before it completely ruins him.  

"Let's go then before he decides to destroy something to get my attention," Izuku murmurs with anticipation and dread of meeting his father again after their two years separation.

This is why he didn't want to meet Katsuki again.

He hopes Katsuki will never know the truth because what will Katsuki think of him then? An enemy? A traitor? Or someone so unworthy of even his notice? He may believe he’s reuniting with an estranged childhood friend, but what Katsuki doesn't know is that the scariest thing here is not the dark alley, the impenetrable night, or the threat of looming violence, it's Izuku. Izuku isn't his father, but some days he thinks he's worse than that because he lies as easily as he breathes.

They're like parallel lines stuck in their own course but if they're force to meet, it’ll be an inevitable collision. A heartbreaking, bloody collision. His father will not let Katsuki live and Katsuki certainly won’t give him mercy either. And Izuku doesn’t know when it comes to down to it, who would he choose to side with?

[v3nusxsky]

Hey Mars!! Hope you recovering well! I have a request for when you’re feeling better!

Jemily x female reader

Reader is overweight and insecure, also younger than JJ and Emily, kinda insecure to be in a relationship with them. Happy ending please ❤️

Perfectly plump| h&c

*Authors note~ I have missed writing sm so I thought I’d ease back into this with a Drabble that can be quite a subject at this time of year, so this is for all those people like me who suffer*

Trigger warnings~ Weight issues

Overweight. A term that’s bothered you since a young age, you couldn’t escape it really. You tried to get better, to be what society said you should be, but it led to unhealthy coping mechanisms and a dark spiral path that you were trying to climb back up. All through your training to join the FBI you were taunted on your weight, told to give up as you’d never make it in the field. But thankfully the BAU didn’t think like that, your grades were not exemplary and that’s what they wanted the most, to them your weight doesn’t matter. That is how you met the girls.

Garcia quickly became an ally, a safe haven for you to feel like a normal person. JJ was next to draw you in with her motherly instincts and comforting ways to encourage you to open up more with anyone but Garcia. Emily noticed the problem early on but she knew just how hard it is to let your guard down and was happy to let you open up in your own time. It took some time but eventually you broke down with JJ and Emily as you all ended up sharing a hotel room. The subject of food had your anxiety sky high and you just couldn’t take it anymore. But the women just held you as you cried, group hugging you as they whispered words of comfort and praise to you. Truly, they found you beautiful, inside and out and now was the chance to show you.

That was how you found yourself curled up on Emily’s chest, her slender fingers trailing through your soft locks as JJ ordered you all some food, she guessed asking would upset you more so she used her basic information on you and ordered for you. It was something she was use to doing for Emily when she struggled. When the food arrived you broke down again, the thought and care that went into a small act had you feeling like maybe just maybe it was okay to be your weight. “Em, I don’t wanna get big” you whimpered into her neck.

“You won’t get big pretty girl, you need to eat for us, being in the field is hard enough with plenty of energy” she murmured back looking to her lover for help. If this is how JJ felt with her then she now had a new outlook on just how hard it is. “It’s okay darling, me and Em are gonna eat with you, you can even stay snuggled up on Em here, just eat what you can manage love.” The comforting actions and tones of their voices had you lulling into a safe space where you did eventually eat. That night the women let you snuggle up with them on the bed, now clinging to Emily while JJ rubbed your back. “I love you” you sleepily murmured out causing the older women to smile, “we love you too sweetheart more than you will ever know” they whispered back at the same time.

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Hiii Noodle. Would you be up for some Gadreel/Dean nsfw with bottom Dean? :P

A/N: Hohohoooo Merry holidays! I legit had to force myself to stop writing because holy hell dude I love these two so much. Enjoy

Holiday drabbles are open!

Gadreel pulls Dean closer by the nape, relishing in the sound of his breath catching in his throat. The brash machismo Dean so often displays melts away under the angel's touch, instead being replaced with a soft, longing gaze.

Gadreel closes the space between them, pulling Dean into a rough kiss and caressing his ass. He takes in Dean's scent -- irish spring layered in leather and salt -- and pushes his tongue into his mouth, fingers lacing through his hair.

"Damn, missed you too," Dean breathes, groaning as Gadreel licks and sucks on his neck. They exchange soft growls and moans, rutting against each other as they embrace. A few days apart is all it ever takes to drive Gadreel insane. The angel pushes Dean's pants down his thighs, hands greedily squeezing his ass. "Fuck -- mm -- let's get in bed," he groans, flinching as Gadreel slides two fingers between his cheeks.

With a smack of his lips, he releases Dean's skin, offering him a gentle smile. "I can't wait," he whispers, eyes admiring the hickey he left. Dean watches as Gadreel pulls out a sample-sized bottle of lube from his pocket, chuckling breathlessly.

"Impatient bastard," Dean grumbles, biting his lip as Gadreel pulls his cheeks apart, coating his fingers in the lube. Dean rocks his hips back, shivering as Gadreel's fingers push into his hole.

Smirking, Gadreel guides Dean's hand to his throbbing cock, tilting his head. "It seems we're both impatient, my light."

"Nngh -- shut up," he says, stroking Gadreel's cock over his jeans. Of course he's impatient. Dean has been thinking of him all damn day! Hell, it took everything in him not to pounce on him the moment they reunited. Dean fucks himself on Gadreel's fingers, breaths harsh and ragged as his edge approaches. "Fuck I missed you," he moans, leaning his head on Gadreel's shoulder. "Missed feeling you Gad." The angel drags his fingers out of Dean, finally releasing his own cock from his jeans.

"You're being so honest today." He chuckles, gripping Dean's jaw and pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. "Turn around," he coos. Dean eagerly complies, resting his hands on the wall and wiggling his hips. How can somebody be this breathtaking? Gadreel pumps his cock, his free hand sliding up the small of Dean's back. He presses the blunt head of his cock against Dean's hole, humming as he gently nudges forward. Greedily, Dean sucks him in, engulfing the tip of his cock in delicious warmth. The angel rocks his hips back, teasing at Dean's rim before pushing his way back in. He repeats this a few times, drawing out desperate moans from his lover.

Dean's legs wobble as Gadreel continues his tortuously slow pace, his cock twitching with every short thrust. "Come on, stop fucking around," Dean hisses, biting his lip. Humming, Gadreel snaps his hips forward, burying every thick inch of his cock inside of him and forcing out a strangled moan. With this, Gadreel begins fucking him relentlessly, fingers digging harshly into Dean's hips with every thunderous thrust.

"So tight," Gadreel moans, smacking his ass and leaning his weight on his back. "I love you," he breathes, hand grasping Dean's shaft as he speeds up.

"F-fuck -- Gad --" He's cut off by his own mewling moan, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his edge approaches. "Just like that," he breathes, body stuttering as his orgasm rips through him. Dean can't help the moans that escape him. All that falls from him are strings of 'fuck fuck fuck' and Gadreel's name. His legs give out beneath him, and as he crumbles to the ground Gadreel wraps a strong arm around his waist.

"I've got you," he whispers, leaving wet, sloppy kisses along his shoulder blades. Gadreel slows his thrusts, petting Dean's hair as the aftershocks of his orgasm rip through him.

"O-oh my god," Dean purrs, eyes wide as Gadreel resumes his unforgiving pace.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growls, nipping at the Winchester's earlobe.

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 7 / 31 * FAMILY 」

December 31, 1999

23:46

❝Hey Doc, I just wanted to say thanks again for inviting us over. You know, the twins, they really look up to Jules and Verne❞—both Emmett and Marty glance over to the living room floor, where Verne is sprawled out on his chest besides two young, bright blue-eyed children, playing with souped up toy cars on a holographic course that Verne manipulates at will—❝and Jen really loves Clara and—❞

Ellie's car has just crashed into the wall of the bank and Verne makes dramatic explosion noises, earning a series of uncontrollable giggles from the three year old who leaves the car half-phased through the wall. Curie—the longhaired collie—perks her head up from where she was slumbering on the couch and immediately hops down, padding over to where Verne and the children are laying.

Verne sputters when Curie sits down on top of a section of his holographic city. Some of the buildings disappear in her thick fur, only for a few rooftops and spires to protrude from her back instead. She wags her tail and it's young Emmett's turn now to be delighted by the sight of the dog as she cleaves fake buildings in two with her tail.

Emmett silences Marty with a hand on his shoulder and a warm smile. ❝You're family, Marty. You, Jennifer, and young Ellie and Emmett. Besides, you only get to see something like this once! We're welcoming a brand new millennium and there's nobody in the universe I would rather usher it in with.❞

Despite the obvious lie coming from the father of time—the inventor of time travel; even Jules momentarily paused in his channel surfing to throw a look over his shoulder at his father—himself, Marty only raises a brow before breaking out into a wide grin. They could watch the clock tick down to the year two thousand as many times as they wanted from anywhere in the world with the time vehicles, but this was the real deal.

The first time. No universe ending paradoxes waiting to ruin the celebrations, no 'let's compare the various new years' traditions', no extenuating circumstances.

Just them, the people most important in their lives, and a countdown that, for once, designates unbridled hope. The future.

We've made it. And though the temptation is still there to check, to make sure Marty's future continues on the bright path it has been since he finally listened and avoided that devastating accident, Emmett has managed to restrain himself thusfar to allow everything to happen in real-time around him.

❝I almost can't believe it, you know?❞ Marty says, and Emmett nods once, slowly, unable to stop the memories from flooding back. ❝That we've actually made it, and—❞

❝Emmett, dear.❞ Clara's voice rings out from the adjoining kitchen, stopping Marty's thoughts in his tracks. ❝There's only seven minutes to the new year; can you go grab the bag that I left on the counter? The camera should be there too! Marty❞—Clara finally emerges from the kitchen with Jennifer in tow, who is balancing a very large sheet cake in her arms—❝be a dear and clear away the rest of the snacks from the table, would you?❞

Both men nod in acceptance of their respective duties and Emmett pecks Clara on the cheek as he disappears into the kitchen. The bag is exactly where she said it would be and curiosity eats away at him; his beloved wife had clearly planned something else for the evening without his knowledge and he considers peering in at risk of ruining the surprise she'd clearly put a lot of thought and effort into.

The new year will be here in—he checks the wall of clocks, ticking rhythmically in perfect synchronisation—five minutes. He can wait that long.

Everyone is gathered around the table, staring at the cake proudly displayed on the table, where a big blue '2000' is written on top, next to the words, Happy New Year! Jen and Clara are a few steps away from them, looking incredibly pleased with their work, and Clara's eyes light up as Emmett places the bag gently in her hand, then joins the others around the table to look at the cake.

In the background, some announcer's voice drones on about there being five minutes left until the new year while footage of the clock tower and a gaggle of people are projected on-screen.

Clara pulls a small golden hat out of the bag for herself with the year written on the front in sparkling silver font, then hands a matching one to Jen, who immediately puts it on. For most of the boys, Clara produces a garish pair of sunglasses from the bag shaped like '2000' in various colours.

Verne makes a face but slips them on anyway, and both Emmett and Marty hold them up to inspect them as if they're suddenly about to explode in their hands in a shower of sparks.

❝Mother,❞ Jules starts, ❝you really didn't have to do this...❞

❝I know we have the time machines, but it's not every day you live the course of your natural life through the turn of a brand new millennium, so I wanted to celebrate. You only have to wear them for the photo, Jules, and you can take them off if you want.❞

Verne grins and throws an arm around Jules' shoulders. ❝Yeah, come on. They might actually make you look better.❞

Emmett slips on his blue glasses with a shrug and then holds his arms out to Marty, as if to ask how do I look? Marty laughs and shakes his head but follows suit, and there's a comment somewhere about how cute they both look, but neither of them are sure if the comment came from Jen or Clara, so in the moment, they decide they said it in unison.

❝Verne, honey, put this on Curie, would you?❞ Clara hands him a colourful bandanna adorned with confetti spirals. ❝And everyone line up. I'll get some of the clocks in the picture so we have the time and—Emmett, you're sure this timer feature will work?❞

❝Positive, dear. I tested it myself.❞

There's less than a minute left on the countdown by the time Clara sets up the camera and hurries over for the photo, taking her place at Emmett's side.

The flash goes off at exactly midnight and as the two couples share a quick kiss, both Jules and Verne make obnoxious gagging noises while the McFly twins stare longingly at the cake on the table.

A chorus of happy new years ring out among the families and as Marty pulls Emmett in for a hug, ❝Happy New Year, Doc,❞ somebody announces that cake is being served.

Emmett pats him twice on the back, smiling. ❝Here's to the future. Now, let's get some of that cake, shall we?❞

[pancake-breakfast]

It looks like I've fallen terribly behind in this month's writing project, but the truth is this one story just got away from me. It's around four times the length of the others, so I'm gonna let it count for four days of writing. (Alas, it only really fits two prompts, so I'm going to say the other two are "free days" where I can skip a prompt if it's giving me too much trouble.)

The good news is all the Trigun girlies (g/n) are gonna get a 7k-ish fanfic in a day or so, so I hope that helps.

[toomanygoldfish]

Advent Calendar Writing!

I’m going to be writing something haikyuu every day from December 1st to the 25th. If you have any ideas of what to write send me an ask or leave something in the comments!

After the Christmas season is over I will write something New Year’s Eve, then continue my cat and dog person polls. Thanks!

[crimsonbluemoon]

Day Twenty Five: Unwrapping Gifts

Day 25 of 25 Days of Drabbles. THIS IS IT! The last chapter! Follow me on Twitter for the 'description of your art' reward! Only 26 left to go! Title: It's Officially Christmas... Am I Officially Yours? Pairings: DNF, Karlnap Rating: T Chapter: 25/25

ALSO wanna give a HUGE shoutout to all of you who have commented (a03+here), liked, retweeted + just were super supportive of this drabble collection. It's been a lot of fun, and you all made it so. Thank you for your kindness and support. Let's make 2023 just as good!

[meatmechapilot]

Holidays 2023: Bunny Mayhem

Summary: Armin has a weird dream about his roommate (crack)

Armin got out of the bathroom and is greeted by the sight of his roommate in a playboy bunny outfit.

"Wait, wait, don't tell me, your Sugar Daddy requested you to wear that."

"Armin, how many times do I have to tell you, we're dating for real now," Eren explained, exasperated, "our relationship had been upgraded from Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby for months now."

"Okay, okay, as long as he's treating you well and you are happy."  Armin didn't say that Eren's boyfriend, Levi, still buys him expensive things.

"So, when are you moving in with him?  He's asked right?"

"Levi's penthouse is undergoing remodeling right now, should be in about three months."  Eren suddenly got a text from said boyfriend and excitedly left to meet him, leaving Armin alone in their shared apartment.

Armin sighed, he's happy for his best friend, really, but he did not need to walk in on him being pounded into the mattress multiple times in the past month.  After a few passive aggressive remarks, Eren finally started to lock the door of his bedroom.

As for the matter of Eren moving out, Jean was transferring to Armin and Eren's college so he would be moving in to save money.  Armin would miss living with Eren, but the next stage of life awaits.

Later that night, Eren texted Armin that Levi took him on an impromptu trip, and he wouldn't be back until the next morning.  No doubt Eren would spend the night getting fucked in a fancy hotel room.  Armin's heard of the "honeymoon" period in relationships, but this is ridiculous, they've been fucking like rabbits for months.  With nothing else to do, Armin decided to turn in.

---

"Meeting your new friend Eren!"  Armin excitedly presented a black rabbit to his pet bunny, an adorable reddish-brown rabbit named Eren.  "His name is Levi, please do get along!"  Armin deposited the new rabbit in the pen and went to complete his tasks.

Eren sniffed the newcomer cautiously, the black rabbit pulled a carrot out behind his ear and presented it to the bunny.  With that gift, they immediately got along, with Eren showing Levi all his favorite foods and activities.  Pretty soon, the two rabbits become more than friends, and more than once Armin walked in and found Levi mounting Eren.  

Next thing Armin knew, Eren gave birth to a litter of baby bunnies.  Armin and friends gushed over the adorableness, but after this event things took a turn for the weird.

For one thing, Levi and Eren started breeding like rabbits and pretty soon, Armin's house is filled with rabbits.  (In a subconscious level, Armin knew he lived in and apartment and not a house, to say nothing of two male rabbits reproducing, so he knew it was a dream, but dream logic prevails).

The baby bunnies grew up scarily fast and started breeding among themselves, and pretty soon, with the power of exponential growth, Armin's house was overrun with rabbits, and they spilled into the yard, and even the neighbor's yard.

One day, the police knocked on Armin's door and presented a warrant for his arrest.  The neighbors were complaining that he was hoarding animals.  Armin tried frantically to explain that it must be a mistake but the rabbit population in his house and yard started growing and growing until it engulfed the police officers and started advancing toward the whole town, threatening to suffocate it in a sea of fur.

Armin tried to outride the furry apocalypse, but soon, he was also overrun.  The last thing he thought about before he suffocated was that this is a really stupid way to die.

Armin woke up with a start, "What the fuck is up with the rabbits?"

A/N: Happy Year of the Rabbit!

[sugarbcnes]

✮ ┆dessert. ethan landry

— addicted to your taste, ethan desperately needs to fix his sweet tooth. drabble

warnings female reader, cunnilingus, semi-public, oral (female recieving), use of ‘cunt’ 426 words

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YOU HAD DRAWN BLOOD. Your bottom lip swelled and pulsed under the stress of the white bone, surfacing blotches of red underneath your glassy Fenty lipgloss.

Your parents were beyond thrilled when you announced the news that you were bringing home a boy for the holidays, let alone the personification of a puppy dog.

Regardless of his excitement to meet your family, staying in your parent’s house came with its downsides. Going home for the holidays meant spending time with your family. Spending time with your family meant no privacy and no privacy meant less time Ethan could spend with his face stuffed in your cunt just as he was at that very moment.

He could not be deeper if he tried, nose nudging your swollen clit as his tongue lapped at your soaked walls.

Dress bunched above your belly button and your leg hiked over his shoulder, Ethan knelt on the bathroom floor as you gripped the marble basin of your Aunt’s guest bathroom.

You laced your fingers through his messy curls, not a single care in the world if the ring on your finger that he bought you for your birthday got tangled as your nails scratched at his scalp and gripped his hair in a bunch.

The accidental tug of his locks elicited the rumble of a moan from his throat, the sound’s vibrations tickling your centre.

“Fuck,” your hips jerk forward to grind against his mouth, his smooth tongue flicking your clit and dragging it in between his lips.

Staring at the clock on the wall, you winced. 9:22pm. You knew for a fact desert was brought out seven minutes ago.

“Ethan,” you whisper, voice husky, “we need to go- fuck!”.

Ethan never meets your gaze, too focused on the sweet taste of your juices on his tastebuds. His favourite dessert.

You became dizzy at the squelch of his long fingers sliding into your hole, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. With one final stroke of his tongue flattened on your cunt, you gush on his mouth. He looks up at you; full lips coated with a thick layer of the silky, sweet substance.

As he stands, your white dress drops to its normal position above your knees.

A florid blush paints his soft cheeks, his nose nudging yours as he kisses your lips gently.

“Do you not understand what the word ‘behave’ means?”

Your scolding has his face hiding in your neck, kissing over the gold ‘E’ pendant that hangs in the cove of your décolletage.

“ i’m sorry,” he mumbles, hands on your waist, “was sick of waiting for dessert.”

© lvrlina 2023 — do not copy, repost or translate my work onto any other platforms without my permission.

[moonriseoverkyoto]

Ghosts in the family

Synopsis - aka all the times The Riley siblings have talked about eachother, and all the times Soap should’ve connected the dots but didn’t see the constellation.

cw/tags - MDNI 18+ making out, grinding, no piv or smut guys sorry, swearing, mentions of female anatomy, military inaccuracies, fanon versions of cod characters, threats, mild violence, mentions of guns, innuendos, etc. you’re dealing with grown men in the military that is your warning

Pairing - Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Afab!Riley!Reader, John Price x Riley!Reader (Platonic)

Author's note - Soap is about 26, Reader is 24, Tommy is the name of Simon’s canon younger brother who later scares him with masks and anyways, just beware of that background. Pt.2 of this au, just this just shits and giggles background for later bc I dont know how to flesh out that cliffhanger I left in my Drabble, see you at the bottom! - Moon

Requests are open!

© moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

1. Simon knew that Johnny’s intention wasn’t to piss him off, but yet he still managed to feel a migraine pool behind his eyes. All day, every mission just asking question after question. Simon wondered if this is what it was like to have a stable home. All he had was you from day one his baby sister. His lips jerk upward before he cuts off the muscle reflex of what we know as a smile. He’d rather keel over and die than let Johnny see his eyes krinkle.

“I have a sister.” He grumbles. Everyone in the truck goes silent. Johnny’s jokes stop, Gaz smirks to himself, even Price manages to watch through the rearview mirror.

“Really? And you waited so long to tell me. Oh my god what’s the like. Oh is she pretty- wait don’t answer that, that’s weird if you agree…” Simon sighs to himself as he tunes out Johnny again. Oh he wishes holiday would come faster.

2. Holiday was tough. Even worse was being stuck alone over holiday break because your only family was stuck in an operation. Especially since you just got the news after putting up Christmas decoration.

“Really Simon? I got football on the telly, your presents are all wrapped” you whined. Simon grinned under his balaclava, oh how he wished he could be there to receive your annual gag gift.

“I know I know I know, assignment came late and everyone else has families to go home to so I just suggested myself-“ he tried to calm you down knowing this would only add gasoline.

“Dammit Si, I’m your family too! Im gonna give you a new buzz cut when you get home at the rate you’re going with all these sudden plans.” Your voice cracked at his name, you know he didn’t mean to break your heart. But Simon couldn’t bare to see Johnny, Price, or Gaz not go home to their big happy families.

“Yeah I know. Im yer brother. No getting out of that one.” He said. “Why don’t you stay with Price again this year. You know he loves you around”

“Because he is the only friend of yours that I’ve met-“

“Yeah you’ll meet the guys someday. promise.”

“Maybe for this holiday present?”

“Maybe.“

“yeah yeah yeah. I love you Si”

“Love you too, and I hope that second date of yours goes well this Friday” oh if only he knew how well that date went with your mysterious Scottish man.

3. “I thought you said you don’t kiss on the second date” Johnny grinned into your lips. Your hands all in his hair.

“Only if they don’t show promise” you remarked back. You could feel his bulge grinding through your pants in the back of this telephone booth. A soft groan leaving his lips as Johnny responded

“Oh so I show promise.” You could practically hear the grin as his lips trailed down your jaw and neck, the slight friction of his scruff following as he moved aside your dogtags.

“Yeah promise that if you don’t hush up, you won’t be getting anything” you quipped back as equally as smug

“Thought you were gonna call that brother of yers” he slurred back as he smelled your perfume. The man practically drooling as your nails trailed down his neck scratching. If he had a tail it’d be whipping the air. A whimper passing through the air as his bulge caught the right part of your fabric rubbing your clit in a delightful direction

“he can wait, I have something else to call for now” you said as you opened the door of the telephone booth and whistled (or yelled if you can’t) as loud as you could do to call a taxi. Johnny had a light in his eye that he never thought would spark until he met you.

Soon you would find out later that Simon actually COULD wait and he did, 12 whole hours he stayed up staring at your apartment door to be let in - fresh on holiday too. Maybe being motormouth’d by Johnny into the window of a hummer didn’t sound so bad now

4. Simon kept a photo of you and him in his pocket everywhere that you went. I mean everywhere. No matter the place. And a lighter too incase he was captured by enemies so as to not compromise his location. But it was a photo from a holiday in France. You were both pillow fighting in the bed. Messy hair, toothless grins, back when Mummy was alive and Daddy hadn’t shown his true colors. Tommy took that picture,. Simon holds it to remind him what he’s fighting for.

“Oh is that yer little sister, she’s missin a few teeth there” Johnny grins looking over the sniper’s shoulder.

“You’re about to miss some bones if you ask about my sister again” Simon growls. fuck. Johnny is the last person he needs around his sister. It’s not like Johnny was a womanizer - he was the opposite. Johnny was perfection. He was from a happy home, a stable home, a place where you wouldn’t have to remember what happened at that old house. It scared Simon to death imagining you forgetting about him. Then he’d really be alone.

“She must’ve gotten the good genes.” Gaz pipes into the coms, what an instigator.

“Wonder what she looks like in jeans” Soap hummed as he cleaned out his gun.

Ghost hummed to himself as he secretly folded up the photo and put it right back in the pocket over his heart. Maybe you could wait another year before meeting them.

Authors note - I made a part 2, this is unedited. Im so tired. I will flesh more of this out before I take another break I promise!! Xoxo - Moon

[arabellaawrites]

infrunami | cl16

[ drabble ]

by which, she loved him too early, he loved her too late

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

warnings: none

a/n: hello everyone! this is my first fic ever and I'm so happy with how this turned out! I hope it was an enjoyable experience and I hope there wasn't any element that was unpleasant or unenjoyable for yall! I'm aware that it lacks dialogue and everything is past paced and doesn't have much room for detail! I swear I'm working on that and once I've perfected that art, I hope my writing will be more enchanted etc! alright enough yapping. enjoy the fic!

back then, you and arthur hated watching charles kart. the idea that you both needed to sit under the scorching monegasque sun for afew hours was never exciting but at least you get to watch arthur’s older brother, charles, kart. you’ve always fancied charles ever since arthur introduced you to him at the playground.

he was 3 years older then you and was the exact opposite of arthur, he was matured, well mannered and wasn't childish like you both were. that's what you love so much about him.

until he started going around europe to join racing series, when Arthur broke the news to you, you acted like it wasn't a big deal. you'll still get to see him on the television or during family holidays, right?. but that also means you'll be seeing him once a week or every few months, eventually a week turned into a month, a month turned into a year until suddenly you wont be seeing him at all which broke heart.

soon it was arthur who left you to follow in charles footsteps, racing across europe, joining f4 and achieving great things. unlike Charles, Arthur still kept in contact with you, constantly inviting you to his races and you both still enjoyed each others company, f4 soon turned into f3 and nothing has changed you still admired Charles from afar and Arthur would constantly ask "do you still have a crush on Charles?" or the occasional "y/n you have to let go" but you never did, Charles was your first love and you wanted him and only him.

every night you sleep in bed, tossing and turning, with arthurs voice continuously replaying in your head, but he was right you do have to let go.

when Charles first debuted for formula 1 for haas was when he first reached out to you in years with no contact. inviting you to join the paddock, to see him race in the pinnacle of motorsport, you were above and beyond the moon. strutting down the paddock next to Pascale and Arthur towards the hospitaly while also trying not to pay focus on the ever lasting sounds of camera shutters and kept your composure.

it has been years since then now Charles was in his 6 years in formula 1 and you have never been prouder, seeing him through his ups and down, supporting him through out all the hardships that this sport had caused him.

you often found yourself in and out of college trying to balance study with the constant travel to different races to support your best boys, Arthur and Charles. which alway lead you to end up in his, Charles, driver room before a race reassuring that he'll be fine and his team wont let him down again.

"your the best, y/n" he smiles before suiting up, making you stunned in place with a subtle blush spread across your face as you took his compliment.

barcelona 2023, and you just arrived at the Ferrari hospitality per usual, greeting the staff and Ferrari mechanics as your make your way inside until you bumped into someone making you tumble back as the mysterious man reaches for your waist, holding you steady, you smiled at him and apologized which made him smile back and that's where thing took off.

ever since that day you took has been seeing each other non stop and with that it ruined you and Charles relationship, plans were often cancelled, phone calls were usually ignored and text messages were left unopened. this took a toll on Charles, he's new profound feelings for you was too strong and by the time he realized that he has fallen, it was too late.

"mate please!"

Charles begged to Arthur over the phone, trying to figure out what his feelings were and was trying to piece in the clues in himself. he was frustrated, angry and confused he loved you but it was too late.

while you were living your best life, you had a partner in bed, your home always had that comfortable warm presence of your new boyfriend everything felt perfect, he was everything you ever wanted.

he was also everything Charles ever wanted to be, your man.

until one rainy Tuesday afternoon where everything went downhill, you just came home from them store and was welcome home by the repetitive sound of feminine moans that rang threw out the house. your groceries dropped to the floor followed by the sound of glass in your bag smashing which made the moans stop and your boyfriend ran out to where you were standing. "please I can explain this-" he frantically said while holding on to you as you tried to push him away, "I-ive heard enough! just leave and get your stuff while your at it!" tears swell your eyes as you tried to swallow the horrid sensation in your throat and pushed him away before running back into the rain and in your car. you broke down in heavy tears, your heart ache with hurt and sorrow as you try to make way to Charles place.

"y/n- who did this to you..?"

Charles said as he watches you stand in the rain, mascara running down your face and your clothes all soaking wet, without hesitation he pulled you inside and wrapped a towel around you,

" he cheated on me! how could he-"

you sobs onto him, "he was my-" hiccups "he was my everything and he just!"

you weeped into his chest as he held you tight and tried to calm you down. eventually you stopped crying and lifted your head from his chest

"cha.." you called out to him as he stroked your head and then looking down on you.

"know that I've-" you were cut off "yes I've known...I was an idiot, y/n...I realized too late. I really did love you...I was.." he sighed and looked down at her, "give me another chance, y/n.."

[kewltie]

Happy Holidays Margo!!!

prompt: the parent trap au wherein kasumi found out she has a twin (and a father, at that!!!)

"You have my face," Kasumi says in awed, reaching out to give her a pinch.

Sumire slaps her hand away before it could land on her person. "No, you have my face," she retorts.

"Okay, whatever." Kasumi roll her eyes. "We shared the same face then."

"But how?!" she demands.

"Could be cloning," Kasumi muses, looking thoughtful, "or the more rational explanation is that we're related."

Sumire hesitates, then, "sisters?"

She nods. "Twins."

"But Dad told me he'd picked me up on the roadside."

Kasumi stares at her incredulously. "Are you stupid?"

"I'm not stupid!" Sumire crosses her arms defensively. "I know he wasn't serious about that, okay?! He just never mentions my other parent let alone that I have a sister."

"Clearly, he wanted to keep it a secret because getting dumped by my Papa is embarrassing." Kasumi snorts.

Sumire bristles, primping herself for a fight. "No way! Who would ever dump my Dad?! He's Dynamight, the no.1 hero, and the best in the word! You're crazy if you think my Dad would get dumped!"

Kasumi smiles and it's razor sharp. "Dynamight-san is nothing compare to my Papa."

"Take that back!" She points an cursory finger at Kasumi. "Who is even your Papa?!"

Unfazed, Kasumi's smile twists into something nefarious. "Why don't you meet him and find out? We can switch places and test each other parents."

Sumire bites her lip before nodding. "Fine."

[kithtaehyung]

drabble: first one pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) rating/genre: pg ; fluff ; three tangerines au note: uhh. surprise and happy holidays LOL. based on this ig reel sent in the discord multiple times, this little slice is gonna kickstart the "3tan does sm" mini series! basically this little ongoing collection will have all the drabbles/requests based on social media things y'all send in. if it inspires me, i'll make a drabble or something out of it hehehe. enjoy! warnings: nothing big. just 3tan yoongi lol links: three tangerines mlist ; masterlist drop date: december 28, 2023, 7:07pm est word count: 1.1k

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In the middle of winter, you decide that tonight is the perfect time to try something new. 

Which leaves Yoongi confused as hell because this attempt requires him to be outside in the freeze, when the two of you were just bundled up in blankets and watching a movie minutes ago. 

But he can scold your lack of attention span and tendency to watch videos during long movies later. 

“What am I doing?” 

Placing him on one spot of the sidewalk just outside his apartment, you urge, “Just, hold on. Stay right there.” 

“Huh?” 

Giggling, you give no other instructions, instead rushing forward to bring your phone to a nearby bench. When you set it down to see what the camera catches, you determine that you look fine enough, so you tell Yoongi—who is simply standing there and still looking devastatingly handsome—what you wanna do. “Okay, pull up the video I sent you.” 

“Shouldn’t we go back inside?” 

“Yes, yes, after this.” 

When you walk up, he pulls up the link, and you both watch as people run to their partners and rush them out of frame, spinning them around or chasing them away. 

Ever consistent, Yoongi is both unfazed and wondering what goes on. “What’s the goal of this again?” 

Shrugging, you’re just happy he’s not tugging you back indoors yet. “I don’t really know, but. I just wanna see how you do it.” 

“Mm…” He looks one more time, cementing his answer with the way he smushes his lips. “Fine.” 

“You’ll do it?” 

“Uh huh. But this is just for you.” 

Right. Because of course this can't be seen anywhere else. Your smile is rueful with a tinge of holiday hope, “I know.” 

And Yoongi’s expression carries the same weight. 

Maybe one day this conversation will be a lot different. Just like the way your quick stay at his place while your brother is at a work dinner will prove a lot longer of a night. One day. 

Maybe.

Cheering yourself up, you practically bounce back to where the bench is, slipping a bit with a tiny “whoops” before reaching out to press record. Backing up onto the sidewalk, you throw up peace signs, poses, do a few different filler moves until Yoongi does his part. 

But nothing happens. 

And no one appears by your side. 

So you turn to see if he actually left but goddamn it is he recording you? “What the!” 

Yoongi just laughs as you kick your head back in laughter, and stops holding his phone up. “So cute.” 

Damn it, he can’t give you this fluttering feeling while being annoying! “Focus!” 

Groaning, you turn your recording off and then back on again, repeating some of the same things for the camera and shuffling a little in place to warm up. Because it is freezing and this idea could have waited another season or two. 

And when you look to the side after a pause, Yoongi is recording again. 

You bend forward to shield from the chill, your yell echoing throughout the small little courtyard, “Yoongi!” Does he have to keep grinning like that? There’s no time for prolonging this even more! “I cannot with you right now.” 

After another attractive huff of amusement, he keeps going, “I can’t help it! You’re being adorable.” 

Well. At least Yoongi’s having his fun. If anything, he’s stalling because he doesn’t wanna do whatever challenge this is. So you can drop it. “Ugh… Never mind, we can go inside.” 

After grabbing your phone, you walk up to him again before he stops you. And you think it’s because you were about to slip once more, but his low tone gets you to see his face under those locks. 

“Nah, we can do it.” When you give him a pouting frown, his teeth shine. “Serious!” 

Easily placated, you’re back to grinning. “Okay, for real this time! It’s cold!” 

“I know! You didn’t even let me get my beanie!” 

Laughing out your guilt, you warn him over your shoulder, “If you run into me, you better not knock me over.” 

“I won’t, doll.” 

“Okay!” Placing your phone down for hopefully the last time, you hit record, seeing yourself sigh before gingerly walking back to the sidewalk. 

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to try and get Yoongi to do this. It’s colder than hell’s deepest frost at this point, and some snow is still falling from darkened skies. 

But all the little reactions in the videos looked too cute, and you are genuinely curious to see what he’s gonna do. So even through your poses, you brace yourself. Is he gonna run in for a hug? Is he gonna rush you off with a big warm embrace? 

…Is he really not gonna do anything?

Feeling a little bad, you drop the cute poses and turn. 

Only to feel him right at your side, gathering you with a soft, strong arm and leading you down the sidewalk. 

Well, damn.

The gesture is so him that, for a second, you genuinely think that he saw something and led you out of harm’s way on instinct. But as you look around, you don’t see anyone else in the wintry courtyard besides the two of you. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Your vision flicks away from the lighted trees dotting the area. “Oh, nothing, I was just…” 

“Wanna run it back? If we do let’s go somewhere else. It’s icy right there.” 

Blinking, you see his eyes full of pure curiosity and attentiveness. 

And suddenly you wanna go back inside for a completely different reason other than warmth. 

“That felt perfect,” you whisper, eyes lowering to his ever inviting lips. “Lemme check it.” 

Leaving his cozy side, you go back and retrieve your chilly phone, stopping the recording that you are relieved you successfully started. Both you and Yoongi watch as you play the full thing, and after he leads you out of frame, your jaw drops. 

“Oh, my god. This beats all the ones I’ve seen.” 

“Really?” 

“Damn… Now I’m actually sad I can’t post this.” When you laugh, it’s not all joyful. Turning to him, you pretend to be mad. “Why are you so cool?” 

Huffing small, Yoongi looks up and around you before giving your cheek a kiss, and your knees weaken at how tender it is. “Send it to me,” he murmurs. 

“You want it, too?” 

“Mm.” 

“Okay.” 

“Just a little longer, babe.” He gives you another peck on your very cold nose. Then both cheeks. And your forehead. 

All while you’re out in the open where anyone could witness. 

Just his willingness to amuse you was already perfect. Yoongi didn’t need to do any of that, and he certainly didn’t need to be so charming with his stylistic choice. But he did it all anyway while freezing his pretty ass off.

And his next words make your chest yearn to stay with him—for every holiday season and silly trend that comes around. 

“Then this’ll be the first one of us we post.”

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fin. :)

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🌨️ what do we feel! i needed this little drabble :')) 🌨️

a/n: did i mean for this to be a full blown drabble? no! was this the video that bo originally sent me that i flailed over? no! but it's the reel i saw and apparently had been sent in the server multiple times. so here we are with a surprise hahaha.

enjoy your holidays, everyone! and if you have anything social media related that 3tan reminds you of - or you can see the 3tan crew doing - send them in and maybe i'll get inspired again. :D this didn't take me long at all and i wanted to do it, so no worries about extra work!

a/n 2: 3tan12 is going strong alongside the holiday fics! should be posting teasers and taglists for those, too. very very excited for all of them mwahaha

🌨️ links: three tangerines mlist ; masterlist

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Madam! How the fuck are you?! So good to see you round the ol’ hellsite, again.

My drabble idea is really vague, but hopefully it inspires.

Dean x Reader, NSFW, and shopping for presents.

A/N: !!!! Girl I'm finally thriving hahaha how are you?! I try to peek in every now and again c: Anyhoots, here's to getting banned from every shop with a changing room. Enjoy!

You thought it romantic, at first. Dean's sudden need to grab your hand, holding on so tight it bordered on uncomfortable. But now, after catching the devious glint in his eye, you're having second thoughts.

"What're you up to?" you ask, cocking an eyebrow. He looks at you over his shoulder, pursing his lips.

"Huh? Can't a man hold his wife's hand?" he grumbles, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You squint, eyes flicking up to the clothing store before you.

"Dean --"

"I know, I know, but look," he says, guiding you deeper into the store. You allow him to drag you into a changing room, the moment only catching up to you as he slides his hands underneath your shirt and up your back. Giggling, you push him away by his shoulders, shaking your head.

"We can't --" He presses a kiss against your lips -- "They'll hear --" He nips at your bottom lip, greedy hands caressing your thighs -- "Dean," you moan breathlessly, pulling him into a hungered kiss. He smiles against your lips, callused fingers slipping underneath your bra and squeezing your breasts.

"I'll be quiet," he coos, tongue darting over his lip as he tweaks your nipples. You stifle a moan, hand rubbing over his growing bulge. He moans exaggeratedly loud, smiling deviously as you swat him. "You feel too good sweetheart," he whispers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Releasing his cock from his pants, you pump it in your hand, closing your eyes as he pushes his fingers into the hem of your jeans. Dean hums as he grazes his fingers along your folds, coating his fingers in your slick. He pushes two fingers inside, peppering gentle kisses along your neck as he strokes your spot in a come hither motion.

"Fuck," you breathe, jerking his cock faster as he speeds up his fingers. His thumb swirls over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure over your body. Your attempts at being quiet verge on useless, lilting moans escaping you as his fingers fuck deeper into you.

"Shh," Dean whispers, pulling you into a kiss and swallowing your moans. You shake as your orgasm threatens to take over, mouth gaped against Dean's.

And then there's a knock. You flinch, pushing Dean away and yanking your shirt down. "Y-yes?" you squeak, damning your shaking breaths.

"Is...everything okay in there?" a voice calls, sending heat straight to your cheeks.

"Yup!" you say, shooting Dean a glare. He blows you a kiss, snickering as you kick him.

[theharrowing]

Why are you stopping?

Just another day in the life of Jungkook and baby squirt.

🤍 What, now? Jungkook x Female Reader

🤍 word count: ≈ 535

🤍 established relationship, pwp, smut, nsfw, 18+

🤍 warnings: this is literally porn without plot - that's the warning (vaginal sex from behind and mention of riding, wrists held behind back); this universe Jungkook has dominant vibes in general and there is some of that in here; plus we get a little of baby squirt's bossiness; Jungkookie also has his dick pierced!!!

🤍 notes: smut starts immediately! enjoy!

🤍 written for the Harrow's Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @here4kpopfics 🎈 i love you, my baby Kelly!!! thank you for being such a good friend in person and online!!! i hope you know that i wrote this shit so fucking fast lmao. like, the night you submitted the request. i did change the wording of the prompt a little hehe. i hope you enjoyyy!!!

🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted dec. 2023

The slap of skin against skin is atrocious. Pornographic. Breathtaking. 

You attempt to praise Jeongguk, but your face is buried in the pillow, and he presses against the center of your shoulders with one hand while his other holds your wrists behind your back, muffling all sound and creating a pocket of hot breath that makes your face sweat. 

It is not your finest moment, but Jeongguk's thick, pierced cock is enough to convince you to become scrunched into even the most precarious of positions. So you babble and mutter senselessly, threatening to choke on your favorite floral pillowcase but willing to accept your fate. This is, after all, a fine way to die. 

Thankfully Jeongguk switches positions so often you do not have a chance to suffocate, and he not only lets up on your shoulders, he lifts them, continuing his quick, punishing pace while pulling you up to your knees and forcing you to sit tall. You allow him to move you as he pleases, your hands dangling and fingers grazing your thighs while your back bows and his hands slide to hold you in place, one against your hip and the other on your throat.

"F-f-uck," you manage to stammer, eyes fluttering closed as Jeongguk spears you open mercilessly.

He has the audacity to ask, "You like that, baby? Like the way I pound this tight pussy?" right next to your ear, hot breath warming your skin. 

"So g-good," you respond as you reach between your legs and lazily circle your clit with your fingertips, feeling pleasure burst white hot. "Fuck, Jeongguk…you make me f-feel so good."

With a deep, eager groan, Jeongguk fucks you harder, causing the soft skin of your ass and thighs to ripple with each slam of his hips. Jeongguk applies a hint of pressure against your throat and that is all it takes for the floodgates to open.

Your voice is broken and raw as you moan and sob, begging Jeongguk not to stop while your entire body trembles and tingles. As Jeongguk fucks you through your orgasm, you feel yourself slipping into an out-of-body trance. But then his hips slow nearly to a halt, causing every nerve in your body to begin to panic.

Desperate, you ask, "Why are you stopping?"

Jeongguk chuckles and loosens his grip on your throat, cock adored with metal dragging slowly past your walls. "Sorry, baby squirt. You sounded so fucking good and I guess I had a moment."

Feeling petulance rise, you wiggle out of Jeongguk's grasp and pull his dick from inside you, grumbling, "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," before pointing to the headboard and saying, "Sit. It's my turn to fuck you."

Jeongguk laughs again, then begins to crawl to where you want him, moving the pillows out of his way and taking his place against the headboard. He looks dreadfully pretty with a dopey smirk, his long hair messy and wavy and framing his face, his cheeks flushed, and his body covered in a sheen of sweat. You get onto your hands and knees and begin to crawl as soon as he taps his thighs and says, "I'm all yours, baby."

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[nczennie]

A drabble in which it can be hard to date idol Lee Know.

Featuring: Reader x Stray Kid's Lee Know Genre: Angst, Fluff Taglist: @dinonuguaegi

[22:51] with Minho

It's a rare occasion that Minho gets a day off but as the year ends his group is allowed some time off for the holidays. It's been a great day, spending it with Minho and his family at his parent's home.

You caught up with his grandmother and dad while Minho and his mom prepared what seemed like a feast in the kitchen. The snow had been slightly falling all day and Soonie had basically been glued to your lap.

But now night as fallen, you and Minho laid quietly on the bed in the dark. It was silent but your heart pounded in your ears.

Just moments ago, Minho had got a solemn call from his manager breaking the news that you and Minho were up for being the couple announced for Dispatches "New Years Couple."

Apparently, your secret movie outings and convenience store runs were not so secret after all.

His manager explained that the company is currently in talks with the "news" outlet about paying them off in order not to publish their findings.

Minho hears it every time this time of year. Different idols being "caught" and it being just a matter of what companies were willing to pay to keep the damage at bay.

But after he got together with you in the beginning of this year, he truly couldn't imagine it would be happening to him.

He hated it.

Hated that you both hadn't been careful enough, hated that you had to be careful, hated that nothing in his life could be private, and he hated that if this came out he wouldn't be able to stop what people were going to say to you.

There's been minutes of silence now and dread only continues to fill your stomach. "I'm sorry," you whisper out finally.

You can feel him turn to look at you, but you can't make him out in the darkness. "Don't." He replies.

"Don't apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for. I should be sorry. I hate that I could've just potentially put you in the spotlight." He murmurs. He knows how cruel some people can be.

Swallowing you whisper back, "I knew what could happen when we started dating." He doesn't reply because it's true. At the beginning of your relationship there was weeks of both of you deciding if the risks were worth it.

You both decided they were but now that the risks were coming to life it was much scarier than you could've imagined.

More silence passes but you can't get a thought out of your head.

"Can you promise me something?" You ask him. You hope it's not too much to ask, after all it's his career that faces a risk, but there's something that bothers you.

Minho hums in reply so you continue, "Can you please, no matter what happens, not apologize for this?"

You feel his head turn on the pillow as you continue, "There have been so many times where idols have to apologize to their fans for dating. Please, Minho I beg you, don't. You may be an idol, but you are a person first. You are allowed to date; you're allowed to have a normal life. Even if it's not with me, even if your fans are mad or hurt, please don't apologize for living your life."

Minho's hand finds your under the covers, intertwining them.

He decided then it wouldn't be so bad if the company isn't able to pay them off. He could live with the world knowing he was in love. He could still keep these private moments with you.

People could hate him, his group, even you but they would mean nothing because at the end of the day he has you in public, in private, in secret. He would love you no matter what.

"I promise." He squeezes your hand with confidence.

And he would never apologize.

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